They call me: Ben
Dead or Alive: Dead (Ghost)
My Age is: 19 (Stopped aging after Death, real age unknown)
I tend to act like: Ben is adventurous and outgoing. He loves to lead and to help others in need. He can be a bit overconfident and likes to show off to others. He loves the outdoors and is very good with his hands. He has a good sense of humor, but can be mean to those who hurt or wrong others.
I look like: User Image
My history explains: Ben came to the forest with a group of friends on a camping trip 10 years ago. It was there last trip they had together before college and they had a huge bonfire. Their was drinking and partying all night, until he woke up in the middle of the night hung over and realized the forest was on fire. Getting up quickly and nearly falling over from the alcohol. He begin to search frantically for his friends, but the fire was spreading fast and the other tents where already a blaze. He took off and ran away from the fire deep into the woods, and heard what sounded like a gun shot in the distance near where the fire had started. Ryan cried over his friends, but felt lucky to be alive or was he? Over time he became a permanent part of the forest, the ash of the burnt woods had put holes in his cloth, the last pair of cloth he wears now. Strangely although he looks rough and dirty, he no longer hungers for food, and the memories of his friends and why he is in the woods is fading. All he knows is the woods have always been his home and the log bridge is his favorite spot.